Chapter 67-It’s Not Just a Kiss

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date="2020-12-06"

title="Chapter 67-It's Not Just a Kiss "

weight="108784"

series = ["How Could This Cat Tease Me?"]

mode = "manual"

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When work was over, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and Zhao Meng offered to ask the protagonists of the group to have barbecue together.

She said that she had been to this barbecue restaurant when she was filming in City C. Although it was in the busy area of ​​the city center, she was familiar with it and brought it in from the back door, and let Xia Rong and Mr. Wu Hongfei change their coats. After wearing a hat, they really became "black under the lights", until they entered the box, no one recognized them.

The color of the barbecue gradually became brown and buttery, steaming sizzlingly, and it was full of fat and fragrance, which easily evoked the gluttons of almost everyone present.

Zhao Meng changed into a sky blue long-sleeved shirt at the moment, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a frosty wrist. She stood up, the mobile phone in her hand had turned on the camera, and she looked at the barbecue with infinite regret: "Oh, it's a pity that I can't eat more, I can only take a few more good-looking pictures, I am greedy for my fans late at night."

"Haha, being your fan is terrible."

Xia Rong smiled and raised his head, glanced at a red mark on her wrist, and his eyes stopped moving. In the scene of Tian Rong that was filmed during the day, the risk factor was actually very high. Xia Rong was not very proficient in bicycle control. Even if he was careful and careful, he took Zhao Meng to a fall. His own hand broke, Zhao Meng. A red mark was also drawn on his wrist by the dead branches.

Her hairstyle hasn't changed either, she still has a long ponytail, Qi Liu Haier, looking at it now, it's as if Tan Xiaoxiao is right in front of his eyes.

Xia Rong was in a daze, or Wu Hongfei called him back to God: "...Xia Rong, Xia Rong?"

"...Hey." Xia Rong turned his head, "Ms. Wu, what's the matter?"

"Let's change the coat back. Your clothes are too tight for me." Wu Hongfei smiled heartily, "I'm getting older and the beer belly is out."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Xia Rong nodded happily, and sat down and began to undress.

Wu Hongfei was so big that he couldn't move around in his seat, so he stood up and shrugged off his coat. Just next to him was Zhao Meng, who was half-bent over and focused on taking pictures of the Food Newspaper. He didn't notice when Wu Hongfei stood up. When he adjusted the angle of his arm, he just hit him.

"Hey—my phone!" The phone in Zhao Meng's hand instantly dropped and was knocked out. She yelled, and subconsciously reached for the phone-but didn't notice that the bottom was just enough to cook the raw meat. Steaming iron plate!

Seeing that her white bare elbow was about to fall on the iron plate, no one had time to remind her, one arm slammed her arm away, instead of her elbow hit the iron plate.

The hot air evaporated in the air with a sound of "noise".

Everything is between electric light and flint.

Zhao Meng reacted immediately and shouted: "Xia Rong! Are you okay!"

It was Xia Rong who ran into the iron plate instead of her. He frowned, but still smiled at her: "Just touched it lightly, I'm fine, laugh... Zhao Meng." His eyes were lost for a moment. It seemed that he was startled, then turned his head and said to Wu Hongfei, "I'm sorry, Teacher Wu, your clothes made me dirty."

Wu Hongfei thinks he is the "culprit" of this scene. Just now, his face was pale, and now he greeted Xia Rong's arm with lingering fear: "Don't say anything, take it off and take a look. Skin?"

"It should be okay, it doesn't hurt much." Xia Rong's left hand still maintained the elbow inward posture, temporarily did not move, he was comforting Wu Hongfei, but the other hand that was free was suddenly held by one hand.

The palm of this hand was cold, and the palm of his hand was full of dense cold sweat, which made him feel a little painful.

Xia Rong froze for a moment, looked up, falling into Su Chi's eyes.

Su Chi seems to be like this all the time, the more anxious, the calmer his eyes look. His gaze swept across Xia Rong's elbow, and his tone was so hard as to command: "You come out with me."

"...Oh." In front of the people in the room, Xia Rong responded like this, and he was really obediently pulled out by Su Chi's hand.

The rest of them looked at their backs and glanced at each other. They were surprised by the way they interacted, and tacitly tacitly understood.

Although his eyes were strangely dark, Su Chi did not take Xia Rong to any strange place. Instead, he pulled him to the bathroom all the way, turned on the faucet, and rinsed him with cold water.

"...Su Chi?" Xia Rong tentatively called him in the sound of splashing water.

"..." Su Chi lowered his eyelashes, it was rare that he didn't answer him immediately.

"Su Chi..." Xia Rong stretched out a finger anxiously, poked his face, and poke a small hole where he should have been a dimple.

Su Chi's eyelashes trembled, but chose to endure and respond to him: "...Huh?"

"Are you angry?"

"No." Su Chi concentrated on flushing for him without raising his head, "I just feel distressed."

"..." This caused Xia Rong to choke for a while, as if he was blocked, hesitated for a moment before saying, "...I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." Although Su Chi said so, Xia Rong's soft language obviously also played a role. When the next sentence came, his lips were slightly smiled, "I'm more capable, Will heroes save the United States?"

Seeing that he was smiling, Xia Rong couldn't help but smile: "What is longing? I'll be a hero to save the United States long ago. Okay, did you forget that a certain cat fainted in the hotel corridor? At that time, who picked it back and made it delicious?"

Su Chi raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Can that count?"

Xia Rong took it for granted: "Why not count?"

"Then you are great." Su Chi turned off the faucet, carefully holding Xia Rong's arm, and slowly took off his coat. Indeed, as Xia Rong said, it was just a light touch, and because of the timely treatment, the skin was reddened and it didn't look serious.

"I said it was okay, I was just..." Xia Rong saw that the situation was not serious, and immediately felt confident, but after being lightly glanced at by Su Chi, the speed of light became dumb, and said, "...I was a little... ...Not distinguished..."

"I thought I was an agile policeman?" Su Chi smiled, "I have ointments and anti-inflammatories. I will get them back to the hotel later. Go back and use them for three meals a day. Don't forget."

"I have it too. Sister Yi brought it with me." Xia Rong said, "You don't have to go to yours to get it."

"Well, that's fine too."

"Ok……"

Xia Rong twitched his nose, only to realize that before he knew it, he and Su Chi were already very close, with his head resting on his head, hands together.

Breath close to each other.

After a short silence, the two spoke almost at the same time: "I..."

At the same time he changed his words: "You..."

Xia Rong scratched his head: "Let's talk about it first."

"Yeah." Su Chi didn't give him much humility, and said, "I will ask for leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I will go to promote the premiere of the movie that is about to be released and fly all over the country. Pay attention to your own safety. Don't place the order. Remember to apply the ointment. , Remember to take anti-inflammatory drugs. Call me if you have anything to do. If I’m on the plane, I’ll change to texting. I’ll contact you as soon as I see it."

Probably because of guilt, Su Chi exhorted him, Xia Rong nodded, and when he reached the back, he almost pointed his head like a chicken pecking rice. Su Chi couldn’t help but smile: What did you just want to say?"

"...It's nothing." Xia Rong hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not something that is very anxious. Let's talk about it when you come back."

"Okay." Su Chi looked at him and suddenly lowered his voice, as if with some pleading, "Xia Rong, when you film again, can you, don't... forget it."

At the end, he swallowed back the prayer that was almost spoken. Just like a few years ago, when Xia Rong rashly and kindly patted a plaster, he calmly and gently told him:

"...Forget it, as long as you are happy."

During the two days when Su Chi asked for leave, the crew was calm, and he was not there, the director brought up the scenes of Xia Rong and Zhao Meng's opponents and asked them to film first.

The main filming is the stage of getting acquainted with Tan Xiaoxiao as an undercover agent, Fu Lin, who was known as Fu Lin ten years ago. At this time, the two of them looked very young and young, especially Zhao Meng, a rebellious and bad girl, among the gray classmates, like a poppy flower.

She herself was very satisfied with her look. She posted live photos of herself for several days and occasionally posted photos with Xia Rong. She laughed and said: "The look this classmate looks at me makes me really dream of going back to girlhood. Acting [ Like]@Xia Rong V[親親]”

The senior generously led him. Of course, Xia Rong also had to respond interactively, but he did not reply many words, because the conversation with "Tan Xiaoxiao" in this way always made him feel a subtle uncomfortable feeling.

The content of Xia Rong's reply was lackluster, and fans shifted their focus more to other aspects——

[Hey, hey, I saw Su Chi like it! 】

[Really order! I have a hint here! 】

[I believe that Su Chi and Xia Rong are really good brothers, so sincerely happy for each other’s progress, it’s rare in the entertainment industry]

[Although Ben Rongxue is not satisfied with your use of the word "good brother", it still wants to give you a like]

...

Since Xia Rong has not been in any situation, he didn't contact Su Chi much, so after counting, they actually "interacted in the air" on Zhao Meng's Weibo more.

Unexpectedly, when Xia Rong just came up with this idea, the situation happened.

When the lunch break was about to end, he was changing his clothes in the locker room, waiting for a while to start shooting. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and dizzy without warning. After the severe pain, he opened his eyes in a daze and found that his field of vision was already within these few seconds. Expanded countless times.

It seemed that it had been a long time since Xia Rong had been forced to become a cat. Xia Rong moved his paws with difficulty, feeling that the strength of his body had been exhausted, and it took a while to get up swayingly.

Fortunately, the mobile phone and other things were all around. The little orange cat struggled to climb to the side of the mobile phone, lay on it, and texted Su Chi word by word: "I suddenly became a cat, where are you?"

After typing these words, the little orange cat turned over, pouring silently with his mouth open. I don’t know how long it took, he felt a long shake of the phone under him, and quickly turned back to check it. As expected, Su Chi replied, “I’ll be right after getting off the plane. Don’t be afraid.”

Xia Rong just breathed a sigh of relief. He originally wanted to type again to Su Chi, but his paws couldn’t lift up any strength. It was too laborious to type accurately, and he was afraid of being heard by people outside. Can give up.

He lay down into a pool of cat cakes, waiting in place for Su Chi to come. When the locker room door was knocked suddenly, he burst out of strength and sat up, who knew that the voice that came was Zhao Meng: "Xia Rong, are you all right? I saw you go in for a long time," Haven't come out, is there anything for you?... Can you hear me?"

Xia Rong leaned against the door and slammed the cat's head against the door panel. It sounded like kicking the door with a shoe, indicating that he could still move without problems.

After Zhao Meng heard this, she really let go for a while and went aside. However, Xia Rong was dizzy and dizzy. The two hits made him stare at Venus. don't know where tonight.

Su Chi walked all the way, feeling more and more intense about Xia Rong's physical condition. He didn't know why Xia Rong turned into a cat this time, but he didn't. Could it be that when Xia Rong turned into a cat, he was still in the air and the glass mana was not covered?

When he rushed into the location of Xia Rong that he felt in his consciousness, he found that Zhao Meng was standing outside the locker room and trying to open the door. His hanging heart suddenly fell.

But at this moment, he has no time to worry about his feelings. Zhao Meng raised his head and said to him anxiously: "Su Chi, are you back? Just now the director called and said that filming is about to start, Xia Rong has been in there. Just now Ask him to have an answer, now it is completely silent, should we slam the door open?"

Su Chi tried his best to stay calm and said, "No, can you go outside and wait for a while? Xia Rong has some habits and doesn't want to be seen. I can comfort him, and it will be fine soon."

"Really?" Zhao Meng didn't distrust Su Chi, but he had doubts about the habit of "only he can comfort him immediately".

"Really, hurry up, trouble you."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Meng no longer wasted time, nodded quickly, walked out hastily, and closed the door with his hand.

"Xia Rong?" Su Chi knocked on the door. "Can you open the door? If it doesn't work, I ran into it."

Xia Rong lay leaning on the door panel for a long time, and finally accumulated some strength. Hearing Su Chi's voice, it was like a fog of light breaking through layers of barriers, and suddenly his heart relaxed, his head tilted, and he made a hoarse " Meow……".

Su Chi understood. He was saying "I can open the door by myself, don't hit it, the movement is too loud."

After Su Chi understood, he took a few steps back. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the door made a "bang" as if something had hit it, and then the door lock clicked and opened from the inside to the outside.

A little orange cat lay weakly among the clothes.

Su Chi knelt down, hugged it on his knees, gently touched the tip of its nose, and watched the little orange cat staring at him weakly with its black, clear eyes.

He was about to bend down, but he hesitated for a moment, then he held the little orange cat, took an eyebrow scraper on the dressing table next to him, and made a strong stroke on his wrist, which instantly cut his skin and leaked bright red blood. Come.

Xia Rong was a little startled: "...meow?"

Su Chi sat down, hugged the little orange cat on his lap, and fed his wrist to his mouth: "Drink, the effect should be similar."

"...Don't you just have to kiss or kiss me?"

"I don't know, you are now in the play..." Su Chi lowered his eyes to look at him, his long eyelashes cast a crow-wing shadow under his eyes, and he handed his bloody wrist forward. "But that should be your decision. Before you make a judgment and decide whether you are in the play or in the play... I will not cheat."

"..." Because of the stalemate, there was already a drop or two of the hot blood flowing from the wrist, which wetted the soft hair of the orange cat.

Xia Rong raised his face, his eyes wet and clear.

He jumped back and jumped onto Su Chi's wrist. Su Chi thought he was looking for a convenient place to drink blood, so he obediently let him hug him. Who knew that the little orange cat twisted his body again and hit his lips accurately.

The lips and teeth were pried apart in a hurry, and the saliva exchanged unexpectedly.

Bang.

"...I know I seem to be too easy to get into the play." The young man sitting in his arms and touching his lips and teeth had a hoarse and soft voice. "So to prevent me from getting into the play too much, let me out first. Play it."